Nichts (Nothing)
Disclaimer: See chapter one for more info.
A/N: Awww, thanks for all the reviews!!! Reviews make me sooo happy! ::hands Ken plushies to reviewers:: This chapter is longer than the others. I hope you like it!
Chapter 4
(Aya's POV)
Ken looked up to me with wide eyes and immediately I felt the need to kick these nurses again. How could they do that to a patient? I hadn't been fast enough to stop them from kicking the wheelchair, but they definitely had paid. I picked Ken up and carried him back to his room. It felt suprisingly good to hold him in my arms. It was different from what it would have been to carry a female: He wasn't soft nor was he particularly light, but he practically radiated the need of help and his eyes seemed to beg me ... to not let go. He slightly winced when we were back at his room, but I had no plans on letting him stay at this place any longer, anyway. I just needed to get the others.
"What happened?"Omi asked as we entered the room.
"I'll tell you later."
Yohji looked at Omi who looked back at me, asking for an explanation. I sighed and quickly told them about the event. Omi was shaking his fists and if Yohji had let him he would have probably tried to beat up the male nurses.
"And this is a hospital owned by Kritiker, too!"Omi snorted. "One should think that ..."
"I'm very sorry about what has happened, but you can't take Hidaka-san with you today."
Takeda-san, the doctor had appeared while we had talked. "He still needs intensive care and I doubt any of you'll be able to ..."
"We are able to take care of a friend,"Omi shot back, glaring at her. "Better than these so-called nurses, anyway.
"I knew you were going to say something like that,"she sighed. "Then let me at least give you some instructions."
Omi, who had quite obviously switched into 'mother hen' mode like he sometimes did, nodded.
"He needs to drink a lot. As of now he only has high temperature, but I expect that he'll get a fever later tonight. It's normal. That's how the body fights against possible infections and such. You need to keep him warm and he also has to take the same pills he got here."
She pulled a small bottle of pills out of her pocket. "His bandages need to be changed twice a day. That is all ... if he gets worse I strongly suggest you take him back here."
I turned around and made my way to the stairs. Ken was still staring at me with these unnaturally wide eyes. He didn't say a word, though. It was almost like we communicated in silence.
When we arrived at my car I gently placed Ken in the back. Omi climbed in right behind him and cradled him in his arms. Yohji was sitting right beside me, taking a look at the two every now and then. I felt a weird thing somewhere in my chest. What was that? Why did I feel this way?
Back at the Koneko I carried Ken upstairs to his room. I had never been in there before and I almost winced at how untidy it was: Old plates and glasses, magazines, soccer stuff, pillows, books and CD's covered the floor. Somewhere in the middle was his just as untidy bed. I carefully made my way through the mess while Omi was removing some stuff from the bed. I was just about to place him in the middle of his pile of blankets and pillows when I felt him grip my shoulder.
"No, I can't sleep there. The pillows are all in the wrong place."
I was surprised. "Where do they need to be?"
He sighed. "The blue Snoopy pillow needs to be left, the grey one at the right and the Garfield pillow has to be on top of them."
Omi followed these instructions and finally I was allowed to lay him down. Our youngster tucked him in and stroked his hand.
"I need to go and help Momoe-san now, but I will be back really soon. I promise."
With that he turned to leave, accompanied by Yohji. Ken didn't seem to like this very much and I felt this feeling again. I felt ... jealousy? But Fujimiya Ran wasn't jealous! I didn't even care about them! They were just an easier way to get my revenge, but I wasn't worried, of course.
I wanted to leave as well, but Ken let out a soft noise and I looked back at him. He had extended his good, left hand; obviously he wanted me to take it.
I fought with myself. Taking his hand would mean that I wasn't the ice cube I so desperately wanted to be. Not taking it would hurt Ken further and maybe it would be a damage that couldn't be repaired by some stitches and pills. With an inner sigh I took his hand: I almost wanted to pull back at once. The palm was hot as though it was on fire. I frowned and placed a hand on Ken's forehead. "You have a fever,"I said.
He didn't reply and he didn't look at me anymore. It was like he had let go of everything, ready, willing and able to lose it all.
"Did you hear me? Hidaka?"
"Yes ... fever. That's what I have."
"I will get Omi. He'll take care of you."
(Ken's POV)
The hours went by like a dream. People came, people left. They said things I didn't understand and that I didn't even want to understand. My last clear memory was that Aya had taken my hand. It had felt good to have his hand in mine. It was warm and dry and it was my connection to reality, but he had taken it away, leaving me to Omi. Not that this was a bad thing. Omi should have definitely become a nurse with his gentle and careful fingers that never hurt me, but made me feel better. And yet this wasn't what I longed for. It was so hot and my head felt like it was about to burst. My hand, my wrist, my knee seemed to be set on fire and I tossed and turned to find a position where they didn't hurt as much, but it was impossible.
"Ken-kun! Oh, Ken-kun, you need to take your pills. Please, wake up!"
Something was placed on my tongue and I got something to drink, then I continued with my tossing and turning. It was so hot. I heard a voice: It sounded familiar and it was close and distant to me at the same time.
"Aya,"the voice said. "Aya, please ... come to me. Please."
And another voice. "Aya-kun, I can't get him to stay still for long enough to make him drink."
My vision had long since gotten blurry, but somehow I still managed to see that it was now indeed Aya who was sitting beside me, holding my hand in his. When he noticed that my eyes were open he tightened his grip.
"Hidaka, you need to drink or you'll die."He held me firmly in place and somebody else (maybe Omi?) put a cup to my lips. I felt the cool water on my lips and I started to swallow. After a few sips I turned away my head. It was impossible to drink more.
"Drink,"Aya said icily.
"No ... can't ..."
But again the cup was held to my mouth and Aya wouldn't allow me to go back to sleep until I was finished.
Then I went back to sleep and this time it was more calm.
(Aya's POV)
Omi fell asleep at some point. Yohji simply lifted him up and carried him to his room. He returned and with a sigh he sat down beside me.
"This doesn't look good,"he started. "Maybe we should take him back."
"They couldn't do much more for him than what we are doing here."
"You've got a point there, but still. This fever is way too high. This is not some little cold!"
"I'll take care of him. You can go to bed."
He looked at me, clearly irritated. "You just don't get it, Aya, do you?"
But he stayed and helped me to force a little water down Ken's throat every now and then. It was probably the worst thing we ever had to do. Ken didn't want to drink and he struggled and begged us to leave him alone, but we had to ignore his plea for his own good. It felt like the morning would never come and we would have to continue with this for all eternity, but eventually he became more calm and finally fell into a deep, calm slumber.
So did Yohji, but I decided to stay awake, just in case anything was to happen. I watched Ken in his sleep. I had never looked at him this way before and I was surprised by how good looking the ex-J-League player was. His skin was perfection, his mouth soft and it had just the right size, not too wide, not to small. His hair was sweaty now, but you could still see how silky it normally was and-
Wait, what was I thinking?! Lately these dumb thoughts came and went as they pleased, but this simply wasn't the kind of stuff I was supposed to think about.
All I needed to think about was my revenge; that and Aya.
My team mates didn't matter, especially not Ken.
He didn't matter at all!
Disclaimer: See chapter one for more info.
A/N: Awww, thanks for all the reviews!!! Reviews make me sooo happy! ::hands Ken plushies to reviewers:: This chapter is longer than the others. I hope you like it!
Chapter 4
(Aya's POV)
Ken looked up to me with wide eyes and immediately I felt the need to kick these nurses again. How could they do that to a patient? I hadn't been fast enough to stop them from kicking the wheelchair, but they definitely had paid. I picked Ken up and carried him back to his room. It felt suprisingly good to hold him in my arms. It was different from what it would have been to carry a female: He wasn't soft nor was he particularly light, but he practically radiated the need of help and his eyes seemed to beg me ... to not let go. He slightly winced when we were back at his room, but I had no plans on letting him stay at this place any longer, anyway. I just needed to get the others.
"What happened?"Omi asked as we entered the room.
"I'll tell you later."
Yohji looked at Omi who looked back at me, asking for an explanation. I sighed and quickly told them about the event. Omi was shaking his fists and if Yohji had let him he would have probably tried to beat up the male nurses.
"And this is a hospital owned by Kritiker, too!"Omi snorted. "One should think that ..."
"I'm very sorry about what has happened, but you can't take Hidaka-san with you today."
Takeda-san, the doctor had appeared while we had talked. "He still needs intensive care and I doubt any of you'll be able to ..."
"We are able to take care of a friend,"Omi shot back, glaring at her. "Better than these so-called nurses, anyway.
"I knew you were going to say something like that,"she sighed. "Then let me at least give you some instructions."
Omi, who had quite obviously switched into 'mother hen' mode like he sometimes did, nodded.
"He needs to drink a lot. As of now he only has high temperature, but I expect that he'll get a fever later tonight. It's normal. That's how the body fights against possible infections and such. You need to keep him warm and he also has to take the same pills he got here."
She pulled a small bottle of pills out of her pocket. "His bandages need to be changed twice a day. That is all ... if he gets worse I strongly suggest you take him back here."
I turned around and made my way to the stairs. Ken was still staring at me with these unnaturally wide eyes. He didn't say a word, though. It was almost like we communicated in silence.
When we arrived at my car I gently placed Ken in the back. Omi climbed in right behind him and cradled him in his arms. Yohji was sitting right beside me, taking a look at the two every now and then. I felt a weird thing somewhere in my chest. What was that? Why did I feel this way?
Back at the Koneko I carried Ken upstairs to his room. I had never been in there before and I almost winced at how untidy it was: Old plates and glasses, magazines, soccer stuff, pillows, books and CD's covered the floor. Somewhere in the middle was his just as untidy bed. I carefully made my way through the mess while Omi was removing some stuff from the bed. I was just about to place him in the middle of his pile of blankets and pillows when I felt him grip my shoulder.
"No, I can't sleep there. The pillows are all in the wrong place."
I was surprised. "Where do they need to be?"
He sighed. "The blue Snoopy pillow needs to be left, the grey one at the right and the Garfield pillow has to be on top of them."
Omi followed these instructions and finally I was allowed to lay him down. Our youngster tucked him in and stroked his hand.
"I need to go and help Momoe-san now, but I will be back really soon. I promise."
With that he turned to leave, accompanied by Yohji. Ken didn't seem to like this very much and I felt this feeling again. I felt ... jealousy? But Fujimiya Ran wasn't jealous! I didn't even care about them! They were just an easier way to get my revenge, but I wasn't worried, of course.
I wanted to leave as well, but Ken let out a soft noise and I looked back at him. He had extended his good, left hand; obviously he wanted me to take it.
I fought with myself. Taking his hand would mean that I wasn't the ice cube I so desperately wanted to be. Not taking it would hurt Ken further and maybe it would be a damage that couldn't be repaired by some stitches and pills. With an inner sigh I took his hand: I almost wanted to pull back at once. The palm was hot as though it was on fire. I frowned and placed a hand on Ken's forehead. "You have a fever,"I said.
He didn't reply and he didn't look at me anymore. It was like he had let go of everything, ready, willing and able to lose it all.
"Did you hear me? Hidaka?"
"Yes ... fever. That's what I have."
"I will get Omi. He'll take care of you."
(Ken's POV)
The hours went by like a dream. People came, people left. They said things I didn't understand and that I didn't even want to understand. My last clear memory was that Aya had taken my hand. It had felt good to have his hand in mine. It was warm and dry and it was my connection to reality, but he had taken it away, leaving me to Omi. Not that this was a bad thing. Omi should have definitely become a nurse with his gentle and careful fingers that never hurt me, but made me feel better. And yet this wasn't what I longed for. It was so hot and my head felt like it was about to burst. My hand, my wrist, my knee seemed to be set on fire and I tossed and turned to find a position where they didn't hurt as much, but it was impossible.
"Ken-kun! Oh, Ken-kun, you need to take your pills. Please, wake up!"
Something was placed on my tongue and I got something to drink, then I continued with my tossing and turning. It was so hot. I heard a voice: It sounded familiar and it was close and distant to me at the same time.
"Aya,"the voice said. "Aya, please ... come to me. Please."
And another voice. "Aya-kun, I can't get him to stay still for long enough to make him drink."
My vision had long since gotten blurry, but somehow I still managed to see that it was now indeed Aya who was sitting beside me, holding my hand in his. When he noticed that my eyes were open he tightened his grip.
"Hidaka, you need to drink or you'll die."He held me firmly in place and somebody else (maybe Omi?) put a cup to my lips. I felt the cool water on my lips and I started to swallow. After a few sips I turned away my head. It was impossible to drink more.
"Drink,"Aya said icily.
"No ... can't ..."
But again the cup was held to my mouth and Aya wouldn't allow me to go back to sleep until I was finished.
Then I went back to sleep and this time it was more calm.
(Aya's POV)
Omi fell asleep at some point. Yohji simply lifted him up and carried him to his room. He returned and with a sigh he sat down beside me.
"This doesn't look good,"he started. "Maybe we should take him back."
"They couldn't do much more for him than what we are doing here."
"You've got a point there, but still. This fever is way too high. This is not some little cold!"
"I'll take care of him. You can go to bed."
He looked at me, clearly irritated. "You just don't get it, Aya, do you?"
But he stayed and helped me to force a little water down Ken's throat every now and then. It was probably the worst thing we ever had to do. Ken didn't want to drink and he struggled and begged us to leave him alone, but we had to ignore his plea for his own good. It felt like the morning would never come and we would have to continue with this for all eternity, but eventually he became more calm and finally fell into a deep, calm slumber.
So did Yohji, but I decided to stay awake, just in case anything was to happen. I watched Ken in his sleep. I had never looked at him this way before and I was surprised by how good looking the ex-J-League player was. His skin was perfection, his mouth soft and it had just the right size, not too wide, not to small. His hair was sweaty now, but you could still see how silky it normally was and-
Wait, what was I thinking?! Lately these dumb thoughts came and went as they pleased, but this simply wasn't the kind of stuff I was supposed to think about.
All I needed to think about was my revenge; that and Aya.
My team mates didn't matter, especially not Ken.
He didn't matter at all!